/cell phone rings
/eyes flutter open- looks at clock. Wtf, are you serious? Who the eff...
/lies there thinking who is dead
/lies there thinking who won the lottery
/can't sleep, DAMMIT! Who WAS that jerk!?
/smoke pours from ears; gets up and goes downstairs to cell phone
Hmmm. I see. Someone savvy enough to block their number from appearing when they make random 8am phonecalls to people on weekend mornings because they are inherently EVIL. Who could this be. I know nobody who would dare call me this early on a weekend for no apparent reason. Except one, but Mom would normally leave a message and I *think* knows at this stage in the game that pre-9am? No calls. Thems the rules. Phonecalls are only received in our residence between the 9-9 window. It's universal; it's THE LAW!!!!!!!
/feeds herd of cats and lies back down on couch
/contemplates who it may have been that phoned?
/recalls how envious I was of my cousins growing up, in who's home Sunday mornings were religiously sacred and reserved for sleeping in until noon. My mother was always confused about this. I thought it was amazing and good.
/cellphone rings again
/leaps up and runs to the phone, catches 2nd ring
/ladies voice answers me
"Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number..."
/me, steaming on other end of phone...
"Well, I guess you do."
/slaps phone shut
/back to couch to stew about jerks that phone early for no effing reason. To phone numbers they apparently aren't sure are CORRECT in the first place...?!!
/looking for reasons to STAY UP now that my valuable morning sleepytime has been so rudely interrupted.
I hope that woman had some good important news to tell someone, like how she won the lottery or something. Let's hope. I'd prefer that she have something positive to share with someone at this hour than something negative.
Good luck, Rude Lady! Hope you win!!